Prologue
'Distant... Our fates are distant...'
Weryth cried aloud, Juhdith lie in front of him, her side gone. Muscles and tendons hung loosely from the gash, blood poured from her wound, one of her ribs shown as white as pearls. Weryth wept over the limp body, his tears streaming down his face, onto Juhdith's nude body. The wide brim of his hat held rain back from his face and the body.
Litafil stood silently behind him, his hands clenched together under the long sleeves of his silky cloak. A stream of breath came from inside his dark hood, visible because of the cold winter night.
'She's gone boy, sobbing will only make your pain worst. Here, I'll help you burry her.'
Litafil said with a neutral tone. He himself had dealt with such measures before to the point where a happy tone was impossible to produce at this moment, while a sad one would only make the next death harder to deal with.
'No, she will live. The arch-mages in Tyrunt, they could reform her, heal her! The Yurians of Belenith could use their mechanics to build her an artificial body, I've seen it before, I wont except this. This fate is incorrect, it's not real, it's fixable. You said yourself that fate is real, but some evils and some goods can distort that fate. Then it is not true fate, and can be fixed, can be given an entirely opposite fate! You said it Master, YOU SAID IT!'
Tears streamed down Weryth's face as his cold gray eyes peered at Litafil angrily.
'Corrupted fate is not real fate, but this is real. All things die. Death cannot be created, it is ended. Death is only possible by fate. This is Juhdith's fate my child, you have no right, nor do you have any power to change her fate. She is dancing with the gods as we speak, The sister's will treat her kindly, she is with them now, safe, forever living, forever happy. It would be selfish to not be happy for her and to try to bring her back.'
Litafil again said flatly, knowing what the next response would be.
'But master... I wont be going to live with the sisters. I am but a mortal being taking another's for my own personal grat-'
Weryth was cut off.
'You've saved the world from destruction before, You've nurtured an entire town and stayed with them instead of fighting what was not worth fighting. You've destroyed people's Blight Creatures, and you've helped other's Blessed creatures. You are an ideal in the eyes of the sisters, the brothers could not contain your god soul in the depths of hell. You will go and join her when your fate comes.'
Litafil turned and slowly started walking away from the area, his back faded into the misty rains cover.
Weryth's eyes were dry now. He stood, grasping his sword at his side. His robes were wet, but still retained their snug fit on his figure. He tilted his head forwards, his large bashido hat covered his eyes. He unsheathed his sword.
'Fate in other words cannot control death. I will end this now, I will take vengeance for Juhdith's death, and will forever live in the eyes of hope.'
-Third Book Of Elzwin
"As the seasons pass, and creatures are born, and creatures die. Millions of fates decided, millions of fates corrupted. He is born again. The one to defeat what is corrupting. To kill all the blighted ones who kill, and to defeat the blessed ones who give life. The Fate Bringer Is Reborn"
-Oh How Devine? i
(Oh How Devine? takes place in a new universe, a new world, a new time frame. It has the style of the Medieval times and is based upon no book or game. If you'd like to join, you will simply control no one but your character. You may post your characters plot freely, placing the name of your characters at the end with this 'Juhdith Reserved' etcetera.
The idea of the story is that there are beings that form from nothing but someone's feelings, sort of like karma but less frequent. When one of these spawns, they try to make everything go their way, weather they are spawned from good (Blessed Ones) or evil (Blighted Ones). Weryth is the main character, the great warrior who inhabits souls for the greater. Litafil Kolam is a High Priest and Necromancer for the Three Brothers religion (Posted later). He is a very evil but nice man (You'll get it later) who guides anyone who seeks his guidance. Try to make this all work please, I'll be expecting someone to post soon enough. The prologue is stationed after the first story, but can be changed, maybe someone else's character is involved, maybe someone else is also standing in the rainy area with the small party weeping over Judah's death, who knows, but you should try posting here your plan before you go ahead with it, if someone says 'Proceed' to your idea's then you may take over their character to tell your post)
(*Judith Reserved. Weryth Reserved. Litafil Kolam reserved. More To Be Reserved along the way*)
[This message has been edited by jEDIkIRBY (edited August 27, 2002).]
'Distant... Our fates are distant...'
Weryth cried aloud, Juhdith lie in front of him, her side gone. Muscles and tendons hung loosely from the gash, blood poured from her wound, one of her ribs shown as white as pearls. Weryth wept over the limp body, his tears streaming down his face, onto Juhdith's nude body. The wide brim of his hat held rain back from his face and the body.
Litafil stood silently behind him, his hands clenched together under the long sleeves of his silky cloak. A stream of breath came from inside his dark hood, visible because of the cold winter night.
'She's gone boy, sobbing will only make your pain worst. Here, I'll help you burry her.'
Litafil said with a neutral tone. He himself had dealt with such measures before to the point where a happy tone was impossible to produce at this moment, while a sad one would only make the next death harder to deal with.
'No, she will live. The arch-mages in Tyrunt, they could reform her, heal her! The Yurians of Belenith could use their mechanics to build her an artificial body, I've seen it before, I wont except this. This fate is incorrect, it's not real, it's fixable. You said yourself that fate is real, but some evils and some goods can distort that fate. Then it is not true fate, and can be fixed, can be given an entirely opposite fate! You said it Master, YOU SAID IT!'
Tears streamed down Weryth's face as his cold gray eyes peered at Litafil angrily.
'Corrupted fate is not real fate, but this is real. All things die. Death cannot be created, it is ended. Death is only possible by fate. This is Juhdith's fate my child, you have no right, nor do you have any power to change her fate. She is dancing with the gods as we speak, The sister's will treat her kindly, she is with them now, safe, forever living, forever happy. It would be selfish to not be happy for her and to try to bring her back.'
Litafil again said flatly, knowing what the next response would be.
'But master... I wont be going to live with the sisters. I am but a mortal being taking another's for my own personal grat-'
Weryth was cut off.
'You've saved the world from destruction before, You've nurtured an entire town and stayed with them instead of fighting what was not worth fighting. You've destroyed people's Blight Creatures, and you've helped other's Blessed creatures. You are an ideal in the eyes of the sisters, the brothers could not contain your god soul in the depths of hell. You will go and join her when your fate comes.'
Litafil turned and slowly started walking away from the area, his back faded into the misty rains cover.
Weryth's eyes were dry now. He stood, grasping his sword at his side. His robes were wet, but still retained their snug fit on his figure. He tilted his head forwards, his large bashido hat covered his eyes. He unsheathed his sword.
'Fate in other words cannot control death. I will end this now, I will take vengeance for Juhdith's death, and will forever live in the eyes of hope.'
-Third Book Of Elzwin
"As the seasons pass, and creatures are born, and creatures die. Millions of fates decided, millions of fates corrupted. He is born again. The one to defeat what is corrupting. To kill all the blighted ones who kill, and to defeat the blessed ones who give life. The Fate Bringer Is Reborn"
-Oh How Devine? i
(Oh How Devine? takes place in a new universe, a new world, a new time frame. It has the style of the Medieval times and is based upon no book or game. If you'd like to join, you will simply control no one but your character. You may post your characters plot freely, placing the name of your characters at the end with this 'Juhdith Reserved' etcetera.
The idea of the story is that there are beings that form from nothing but someone's feelings, sort of like karma but less frequent. When one of these spawns, they try to make everything go their way, weather they are spawned from good (Blessed Ones) or evil (Blighted Ones). Weryth is the main character, the great warrior who inhabits souls for the greater. Litafil Kolam is a High Priest and Necromancer for the Three Brothers religion (Posted later). He is a very evil but nice man (You'll get it later) who guides anyone who seeks his guidance. Try to make this all work please, I'll be expecting someone to post soon enough. The prologue is stationed after the first story, but can be changed, maybe someone else's character is involved, maybe someone else is also standing in the rainy area with the small party weeping over Judah's death, who knows, but you should try posting here your plan before you go ahead with it, if someone says 'Proceed' to your idea's then you may take over their character to tell your post)
(*Judith Reserved. Weryth Reserved. Litafil Kolam reserved. More To Be Reserved along the way*)
[This message has been edited by jEDIkIRBY (edited August 27, 2002).]
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